THE ROBIN IN WINTER.

Little Robin, welcome here,

Welcome to my frugal cheer;

Winter chills thy mossy bed,

Come then daily, and be fed.

Little Robin, fear no harm,

Dread not here the least alarm;

All will share with you their bread,

Come then daily, and be fed.

Little Robin, let thy song

Now and then thy stay prolong;

We will give thee food instead,

Come then daily, and be fed.

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